Mesmerizing Monday

Phew - the day is ending and it gets a B+. Yesterday got an F, so this is a a huge improvement. It's 10:11 pm. I have just had my first 5 minutes to myself all day. Rita texted an hour ago to see if I might be tempted for a 5am run. I think my body needs it. When I run, my mind shuts down. It feels good. So I need to go to bed so I can get up again in 6 hours and ride the hamster wheel another day But, before I turn out the lights, I am feeling the need to spend 10 minutes for me today. Just 10. Ten long and leisurely minutes of Val time. My first and only 10 of the day. I got to work at 7:30am. I worked non stop, straight through lunch. During a meeting this afternoon, a colleague told me she wouldn't trust one of the potential suppliers I was asking an RFP from to babysit her pink pet poodle. That made me laugh out loud, and I loved that I laughed at work. I had to leave at 17h30 to pick up Morgen from Triathlon practice. I love getting quality time with her alone in the car on the ride home. I love when she tells me about the crazy things that happened to her at school. Crazy talk! We arrived home at 6:30, had dinner, cleard the table, then I did homework with Matis - he is just learning how to read and we played a game whereby I put words together to make small sentences. I got creative and he loved the game. He laughed so hard a few times he was doubled over and had tears in his eyes. All because he could read : Ali ate cat. Cat ate bag. Silly sentences mommy creates. He asked if we could play all night. Instead of sleeping. "Maybe on the weekend", I answered. We then read a bed time story, and when he was sound asleep, I switched gears to help Morgen study for her Science exam. Eighty four questions about galaxies and supernovas and things like the big bang which I don't fully understand. We've been studying for three nights now. Tonight she broke down in tears and told me her life would be over if she failed this exam. It was 9:54pm, she had done four hours of sports, and she couldn't remember the answer to question eighteen. When I probed to figure out how exactly her life would end, she answered that if she failed the science exam, she would fail grade 9 science, which would lead her to fail grade 9, which would lead her to fail high school, and then she would not be able to get into a good college, and get her Doctorate degre, and then would be unable to feed her children. Hmm. I wonder where she gets that melodramatic tendency. Good night world.